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How to write a novel: Rousse explains her strategy to imposter “Dave”

Posted on October 19, 2013 by Dreamaticus

“Dave” claimed that he was a veteran of the Edinburgh Coffee Morning, and old friends with “Andy”. I couldn’t ever remember seeing this Dave at the Friday gatherings before, and on close questioning he couldn’t come up with a surname … Continue reading →

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Diversionary tactics and the ugly child (Rousse)

Posted on June 12, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Although long-divorced, P and G put on a cheery show when they brought their two children to the party. I’d met the little boy before, but was unsure as to the parentage of the girl named Chloë. I wondered whether … Continue reading →

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IBM presentation fails to win over academics (Rousse)

Posted on November 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The organisers had made a terrible mistake in bringing together this bunch of rude, disobedient ego-maniacs. They had been locked up for a week at this luxury hotel to work collaboratively on developing innovative research proposals, but since their arrival … Continue reading →

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Little Red Riding Rousse wins a dinner invitation

Posted on October 3, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When on a Little Red Riding Hood mission to deliver a supply of cottage cheese in my wicker basket to the S family, I came across TF digging muddy trenches in a field. He and has son T were committed … Continue reading →

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Edinburgh house moves (Rousse)

Posted on July 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Everyone in Edinburgh was on the move. Local KL put her tiny two-bedroomed flat overlooking Bruntsfield Links up for sale. Then G and JG gave up their big family house in Devon for a flat in Marchmont. Their new place … Continue reading →

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A bigamist and a boy (Rousse)

Posted on April 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I checked in to the Novotel St Pancras and geared myself up for a 48-hour marriage marathon, of which I wholeheartedly disapproved. My sister J was still dithering over who to choose as her groom, having conveniently forgotten that she … Continue reading →

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Bedroom design ideas (Rousse)

Posted on March 23, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I stood at the top of the steps that led down to my sister’s master bedroom, astonished that she could possibly accuse me of self-importance. She and her husband had built their bedroom on the scale of a Norman cathedral. … Continue reading →

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Class-conscious Cotswolds offers mixed welcome (Rousse)

Posted on March 12, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Everyone* we knew had moved to the Cotswolds. We drove down to see if life there would suit us too. My sister J set up an introduction for us with the vicar’s wife, also newly arrived in the village. The … Continue reading →

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Gay marriage shocker eclipsed by enemy bomb attack on UK airports (Rousse)

Posted on March 7, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I met my gay friend at Edinburgh airport. After he showed me his scars he introduced me to a tall, slim and beautiful African woman, her mother and two children. These were his “wife”, “mother-in-law”, and his own son and … Continue reading →

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YouTube family secrets (Rousse)

Posted on January 26, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was going to be auntie to a new nephew in the summer. My family was adopting him from a doctor couple who had recently found that they could not cope with a third child. By the time he reached … Continue reading →

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